>>5848626>>5848635>>5848636>>5848704>>5848713>>5849091It's a tough choice between 2 mystery drinks, but you try to sound confident anyway as you lean forward with a smirk and ask for one Atomic Bikini.
She writes it down on a tiny sticky note and leaves. You manage not to stare at her rack.
That said, why would you stare? Sure it's bigger than yours, but not by that much. Does it matter? Well it may be a problem in case you meet some drunk rowdy customers or something. Why do people always compare sizes? Yours is fine, fuck off.
...Right.
Well after being distracted by those intrusive thoughts for a while, you finally notice that your drink's been served.
Atomic Bikini... It was pineapple, and milk, and who knows what else. Toxic waste? A weird ass mix, but it is <span class="mu-i">supposed to be</span> pretty good.
Taking a small sip, you look around...
Still a long time to go 'til 1 AM.
>Focus on your drink, maybe order seconds!>Go check the old arcade machines.>Ask around for the performer coming tonight.>Go to the upper floors, and look around. 